I agree to be good for Dave.

"Yes," you agree.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"I know Dave has some fun activities planned for you and him so you can get to know each other better. Will you promise to participate in them?"

"Okay, Mom. I promise."

"To eagerly agree to any and all activities?"

In for a penny, in for a pound. Maybe it is best to dive into this thing full body. After all, it's for your Mom, and you love her more than life itself.

"Sure, I will eagerly agree and participate in all activities Dave has planned."

"Oh, bless you, Paul. You are SUCH a good girl. And you know how important our promises are, don't you?"

[That's four!]

"Yes, I know."

"Could you put these away in my lingerie drawer?" Mom asks, handing you a stack of panties.

They are all sorts of nylon and silk and satin and a few ordinary cotton, all with some sort of embellishment, like lace or floral patterns.

You go and pull open the upper-left-hand drawer of her bureau and put the panties away. When you're done, you turn around and Mom is look at you with a smirking grin on her face.

"What?" you ask.

"You know where my panties go?"

Your eyes go wide, realizing your mistake.

"Uh, N-N-N-NO," you stammer, I just *assumed* they would go in that drawer, I mean, that's where everyone keeps them, right?"

"Really? Aren't yours in your upper-RIGHT hand drawer?"

You feel a flush coming over your face.

"It just seemed like, for you, that's where they should go..." you trail off, realizing how ridiculous you sound.

"Aw, come here Honey Buns," she says, patting the bed and then pulling you into a warm hug. "It's okay. I know you go rooting around my drawers when I'm not around. It's fine. Youngsters like you are curious about women's underwear, I understand. Curious about what they feel like, what they're like to wear..."

"It's not like that at all!" you protest.

"It's okay, you don't have to pretend for me. I know what young, sexually curious teenagers are like."

"But I swear, I never--"

"Shhh, shhh, shhh," she says, pulling your head down so it's PRESSED RIGHT INTO HER BREASTS.

HOLY FUCK. You can feel her twin mounds being pressed right into your face, with a nipple (in the bra and satin top she has on) stroking right across your lips!

[Let's see how turned on for his Mother's tits I can make him.]

With sounds of caring and stroking your hair, your Mom pulls back her shoulders so her breasts are even more perky, then she rotates her shoulders back and forth dragging her boobs straight across your face.

"Ohhhhhng..." you moan.

You smell perfume and baby powder and her body, and you can feel the soft lace of her bra and her satin blouse.

"Oh, Mom....."

"I know how much you've missed hugs from your Mommy."

"Oh, yes, I have."

"Actually, I have a question for you," Mom says, breaking the kiss. She gets up and stands in front of you.

"Um, sure." She stands and turns towards you, which means your face is exactly level with her tits, which are cupped by her teal-green colored bra and framed by her plunging cream satin blouse.

"Dave and I have an agreement," she says, a finger stroking down her neck and into the plunging neckline of her blouse.

"Okay..." you say, your eyes following her finger. This is the same as the kitchen! What's gotten into her??

"Actually, we have many agreements, just like I'm sure that you and Dave will also come to your own agreements."

"Uh... Mom? What are you talking about?"

[Time to bait the hook.]

But instead of answering, she dips two fingers into her blouse and unbuttons the top button of her blouse (which is actually the third button, since she had already unbuttoned the top two to make it more plunging to begin with).

"Uh, Mom?? What are you doing?"

You are starting to get insanely TURNED ON. You MOM is doing a STRIP TEASE in front of you?? WHAT THE FUCK??

"I told Dave that I would always go without a shirt when I was in our bedroom," Mom says, undoing another button. "I put this shirt on just for you, but now that you've had a good talk with Dave, I was hoping..." she undoes the last button and pulls open her blouse, revealing her breasts (in the teal-green bra) in all their glory.

"... I was hoping it would be okay if I went without a shirt in the bedroom all the time," she said.

"Uh..." for some reason, you are unable to form words, staring at her tits in the gorgeous silk and lace bra. Her breasts are just so LARGE and round and sumptuous, and you want to do nothing more than just stare at them forever...

HOLY FUCK. Mom places a knee on the bed and runs it between your legs, pressing it into your crotch. She puts one hand on your shoulder and runs the other through your long hair.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Her knee is pressing into your crotch with your hard cock! Can she feel it? She must be able to feel it!

[Such a nice hard penis my son has, Mom gloats.]

You try and skootch away, but she just moves forward, grinding her knee harder into your crotch.

"Would that be okay?" she asks. "Will it be okay if I go without a shirt in my bedroom? It IS a promise I made to Dave, and I want to keep my promises. But I worry, what if you come into m bedroom and I don't have a top on? Will you be okay with that? I know that DAVE would appreciate it. He loves to see me without my shirt on, in just a bra... or even completely topless. But what about you, Princess? Will you be okay with it?"

Mom pulls your head closer until your nose is placed right at the juncture of her cleave. You breath in with a satisfied sigh, your face surrounded by lace bra and satiny blouse. You can feel your Mom's breathing and the warmth that's emanating from her body.

And you can smell something else. IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS? Is she... turned on by this?

OH, HOLY FUCK.

"Angel?" she asks again. "Are you okay with your Mom in just a bra?"